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Love Me for Thirty Days

DAY TWO

SUNDAY

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"The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

It was a kind of morning that happened once in a lifetime, the time of the day that was supposed to be the busiest, loudest and chaotic – but silence fell into the Akashi residence. For once, Tetsuya felt a slightest weight lifted from the mattress and the semblance of warmth he felt previously had disappeared, leaving him in a pool of loneliness. He had wanted to speak; to wish a good morning, to ask him for breakfast, to say their loyalties toward each other yet he was caught with the words stuck in throat, and speechless was the man lying coldly on the bed. This being the first time as well he wasn't actually being spoken to. The feeling yet had to sink deep, heavy with pain tainting his heart and soul.

But Seijuurou was still quiet, unspoken.

Yet, Tetsuya watched him with still eyes, pallid blue to every movement. The redhead had been showing a lot of motion but never a word was muttered, and it left a stinging tense air between them. The said man with mismatched eyes had been moving fluidly; to the closet, to the drawer, snatching his belt, and next was the comb.

The blunette knew where he was going.

"You're not going to eat breakfast here?" He dared to ask despite the fact that he knew what response should he received.

Silence.

"Sei –"

"I'm going to meet her."

Her.

Again. Since yesterday – and the day before, again and again he kept on muttering about her. That woman, that cheating woman, that whore, that bitch! Tetsuya saw his knuckles turning as white as sheets as he balled his fists, clenching the bed covers hard.

It was a rare thing to see the blunette angry during mornings, but this time he felt steam smoking from above his head and Seijuurou sworn he saw scarlet all over his spouse's face, he dared to take a glance. But there wasn't anything useful to be said, and Tetsuya gritted his teeth and released a low growl, shuddering the other man with a bloodcurdling feeling.

"Fine," and he spread his arms wide so the other would catch him.

Seijuurou couldn't stop but thinking how childish this was; carrying the smaller one downstairs. It was just like their first month, after their lovemaking and Tetsuya had his lower region sore all over. During that moment, carrying him was one thing that he felt like doing the most. Back then, Seijuurou would marvel over the soft tufts in ripples of blue, adored to tug, twist, pull, stroked the short tresses. And he would simply love the scent of Tetsuya's hair, like cinnamon and something sweeter than honey – driving him with, again, arousal and that fluttery feeling.

Then, he imagined the lovemaking last night; it felt awkward, too wrong. They weren't making love, it was just plain sex, it was just pleasure, not love.

And Tetsuya in his arms was still strange, his arms aching to let go.

"You can place me on the couch," he heard the said blunette mumbled weakly.

"Hm."

"Will you be fine without breakfast?"

"Tetsuya, I told you. . . I'm going out. I can eat anywhere."

There was a brief pained look, before the redhead found himself in the closest gap between the blunette. Tetsuya leaned in forward, but his lips never touched the other – instead they stopped in a mere millimetres before he pulled away. The maya blue in his eyes had never been that solid before. Firm, opaque, undefeatable.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he paused firmly, "According to the deal we made, and that you promised, you should be the one who shall kiss me."

"But –"

"Or maybe you'd like to stay home with me?" Tetsuya had that smile. The victorious smirk – Seijuurou's kind of trademark smirk during their high school years – curved on the soft lips, cunningly.

A string of sighs made their way to Seijuurou, and he shook his head. Why the childishness? He didn't know. For him, it was getting too troublesome – and he knew Tetsuya could read the air as much as he could. It was futile.

Still, he obliged without the complaints explained verbally but treasured into the depths of his mind. He had made a move forward until their foreheads touched, and he gave the soft lips a brief peck before rushing off to the door.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't.

Tetsuya was left, dumbfounded, his back meeting the fluff material of the settee.

"Sei-chan, what's wrong?"

Sable tresses falling to the shoulder blades and blushed cheeks as the woman stared longingly at her soon-to-be spouse. He had that uneasy look on his face since morning and she wasn't at all pleased. Whatever Seijuurou had in his mind was supposed to be her concerns as well. But the man wouldn't budge nor spill a word and she had to be tormented with the tensed silence falling in between. She dropped the metallic fork with a clank, earning attention from said lover. Her obsidian eyes blinked, with the façade of dewy-eyed innocence she bore, and smiled sweetly.

"You're not answering my question," her tone flat, meant to be a threat.

But Seijuurou was an Akashi, mind you, and he wasn't swayed with either the tone or the look – he gave a similar, much worse response. "It wasn't necessary."

"Well then, stop being that mystery man and answer me for once," she bit her lip, and held his hands, emitting warmth between them, "I'm worried with you being like that. Your otou-san wouldn't be pleased."

"You know you could cut around the chase and tell me about your uneasiness already," Seijuurou smirked in mischief. The woman was rather readable, judging from every creases and lines formed in her face. Woman – no matter how much make up they wore, they would never hid the true form of expression at most times. And this was included being one of those time.

Yamanaka Yui laughed, the sable locks fell as she did. "You know me too well, Sei-chan."

She dropped a few files to the café table, the papers hit the surface with a loud thud against the oak. The redhead, amused, arched one of his brows as his mismatched eyes meticulously inspected the documents.

"This is half of my property."

"Yeah," she smiled sweetly, "And this should fall onto the hands of Akashi – I mean, Kuroko Tetsuya. If you want to divorce him, at least give him something to support himself."

"Well, that's rare for a woman to actually not care about money."

"Sei-chan! I wouldn't marry you just because of that shallow reason!" She pouted childishly, and the redhead softened.

That day, he meant to talk to the raven about the deal he made but seeing her being rather bubbly like a sunshine she was supposed to be, he instead focused on making the day better for the two of them.

In the depths of his heart, the guilt that swelled told him that Tetsuya might marry him with reasons as similar, and much better than her.

Having half of the day spent with Yui was rather joyful. She was childish, yeah, but it wasn't the kind that bugged you to no end. Somewhere in her, she was still reasonable and rational and held a soft spot for kindness (yeah right, maybe).

And then, there were moments of the day he had to endure with sore arms and back and the twin pools of azure which supposed to look monotonous, but of course the pang of hurt briefly contacted with his own heterochromia eyes.

The sight of Tetsuya sleeping was serene enough. Meaning, enough privacy for him to actually have some peaceful thoughts. Still, he had to give the blunette the documents given by Yui.

"Tetsuya. . ."

There was a slight growl from the slumbering man, his fingers starting to curl and the lids moving. Gentle as he could, the taller lad had tapped the other's shoulder again, pulling him into the waking world.

"Sei –? You're back. . . Welcome home. . ." the blunette yawned and stretched, his eyes took a short glimpse at the wall clock, showing that it was already past midnight. He felt the morose sunk inside his chest but he continued to smile toward his spouse. "What is it?"

The redhead looked upon the sight in front. Dishevelled bed hair (Tetsuya had the worst bed hair but long ago he thought it was adorable), and red-rimmed cerulean twin pools gazing tenderly at his direction. The guilt was visible, swallowing him, eating him, rotting him. Now, Seijuurou had started to develop doubts whether he would end up in Heaven or not.

He placed the documents on the coffee table, without a word, his feet made their way closer to the couch in opposite of Tetsuya's direction. The blunette at first looked bewildered, then angry. Tetsuya wasn't an idiot, the fact didn't include with being with Seijuurou at most times – he wasn't naïve as he looked. That being said, Tetsuya had the papers torn into shreds and pieces, violently he tore them like it was a curse, spellbound by hatred.

"I don't want it," he barked angrily and quickly he reeled away from the previous spot.

Quick and nimble, the red-haired man had bound one of his wrist, his hand desperately clasped around the frail flesh belonged to the smaller lad. It took the redhead by surprise but he held his gaze firm and strict despite the fact that he was shaking.

Guilt.

Anger.

Desperate.

Indifference.

Their relationship was broken just as the two of them were right now. Eye contact was made but it was filled with such vex, not benevolence or infatuation or possessiveness. There wasn't anything possessive about this argument, it was a matter of letting go.

"Why? She wanted you to have it. Can't you at least be happy with what I'm trying to give you?!"

"I don't want your money!" Tears ran down the blunette's cheeks, for once he didn't mind, "All these years and you think I'm that desperate for. . . for that? I love you because it's you. Because we made vows and I live with that vows. I'm still here because it's you, it's us and this doesn't include any whore!"

Tetsuya sobbed, an arm covered the glossy eyes. "Let's just keep with our promise, okay?"

". . . Okay."

The blunette, hollow and cold, felt the dread coming to his throat like bile. He cowered away; away from the seething Seijuurou with his eyes closed and attention rallied upon the scene. He didn't expect to have strong arms circling around him and had his head touching awkwardly against a broad chest.

When pallid blue became visible, he was met with a red-faced Seijuurou – as red as his hair itself.

"A part of the contract," he muttered awkwardly and he lifted the blunette high into the air before convincing him against the strong arms.

To be honest, he wasn't yet used to the sensation of carrying the blunette this time. Years ago, he had been a former athlete and to top it all, a captain but what can you do now once you were twenty – and all you do was to face people and documents and the computer screen for hours. Nothing productive about fitness at all, thus explained the soreness he was feeling.

Though, it was just the second day, his mind had spoken. They had just started after all, so it wasn't exactly a need to rush things forward. Still, it would be great if this deal wouldn't exist, or at least, ended. Another three weeks and a few days, and this would be over.

Once again, the semblance scent of cinnamon hit his nostrils as he sniffed the air. The smell of Tetsuya had yet to soothe his nerves, and he felt himself – once tensed and depressed – relaxing and lethargic, his footsteps becoming languid. Not that he would have admitted out loud regarding of the thought, though.

"I didn't expect you to do this willingly."

An involuntary sigh, "I guess I'm guilty after all and I didn't want to break any promises."

Tetsuya said no more. Once his back met the creaking (such old) mattress, he felt the sleepy sensation crawled back in. It only felt like a second, when the taller lad decided to peer toward the other side of the bed he noticed the serene look forming upon the demure visage of said spouse.

Somewhere in his heart, a feeling started to spark like small flames igniting.

Yet, the white envelope – such important item – was almost forgotten and misplaced.

TO BE CONTINUED

Mozu : You all review like crazy. I have no power to PM each and every of you nor will I response to everything in here! But most of you said the same things, like the prompt and all. Yeah, I take it from that. I just didn't wanna tell you cause some might be searching for it. Words go on pretty fast, it seems. AND YET. I'm not following the entire plot of the true story! HAH! I'll make it sad my own way! But will Kuroko live or not? *laughs* I don't know about it myself. Hehee 3

I'll fix this chapter some other time. It's rushed because it's 1AM and my mum is telling me to go to bed. And anyway, why I update quite late was because I have two things running for the whole two weeks – my sister's engagement (my boo is taken away by a man *cries*) and prefects installation. Both are sad events cause it means I lost people I cared the most. And my seniors are retiring from duty! *cries more*

Anyway, thanks for those who gives me X! And that person who gives me the name Yamanaka Yui~! Haha. I'll try to update more! X for love, O for hate!

-Mozu The Mochi (2015)